Hot Summer Job/Pickup Carrie's negligee
Wanting to be helpful, you get up and take a few steps to her negligee. You slowly bend over and not-so-subtly cock your head to one side to get a better glimpse of Carrie. Her body is practically spooning the corner of the door frame. You can see every inch of her form from her left foot to the tip of her head, but facing the wall and moulding as she is hides the tastiest parts from your prying eyes. Thankfully with her hand and arm outstretched to grip the outside of the frame you spy some amazing side boob with her fully exposed profile.
"No peeking!" she scolds you with a grin, rotating a few degrees further into the closet, although not nearly enough to matter. "I guess you just can't help yourself. All those hormones..."
Even with her comment it takes you a few seconds to snap out of it, bent over at the waist, fully gawking at Carrie. You straighten up sharply, article in hand.
"No, I just... you dropped this." Holding up her negligee in front of you as proof helps hammer home just how thin and sultry this nightie is. Does she always sleep like this?
"Thank you Riley." Her grin gradually grows into a smile. "You can put it down now."
You toss her garment in the hamper and steal another look up and down her trim frame before returning to your seat on the bed.
"Hmmmmmm..." is the purr you hear from Carrie as you sit. You immediately notice her left foot has lifted from the floor, her leg gently wrapping around the moulding. You can only imagine what she's doing, but the stare she's giving you suggests a few very specific imaginings. She raises both her eyebrows at you and quickly slips back inside the closet. A moment later the sounds of hangers moving breaks the brief silence.
"I'd just like to say, I can't thank you enough for doing this for me. It's so hard to do anything productive with those girls sometimes. They're just so distracting."
"I'll say," you mutter to yourself. You glance around the room some more. There's a small TV mounted on one wall and an antique mirror mounted on another behind the bed. Movement in the mirror's reflection catches your eye.
"Besides, it's more fun to be distracting." The reflection is Carrie emerging from the closet. "What do you think of this?"
Moving from the reflection to the real thing, your eyes spot Carrie walking toward you with a dress. But she's not in the dress. She's holding it over her still otherwise naked body.
"Damn," you say before even registering what it is she's holding. It's a rather plain looking blue knee length dress with some pleating. But it's not the dress that's getting you excited; It's Carrie holding it up to her tits and swaying from side to side with each step, flashing her hips and waist at you. Granted, the blue is a pleasing contrast to her fair skin, but it's nothing particularly special by itself.
"Tell me how you really feel!" she says with a wink. "Let's put this in the maybe pile, shall we?"
Carrie tosses the dress at your face while twirling away from you. It smacks you head on, obstructing your view just long enough for her to duck back inside the closet.
You place the dress on the bed next to you then immediately shove your hand into your pants. A powerful erection has been building that pains you to keep concealed; literally. The stress of it straining against your jeans is beginning to hurt. You shove it further in and down one of the legs of your jeans but that doesn't work so well. Your shaft is still straining against the material and worse yet is the visible outline of your cock running along your inner thigh.
"This might be a better choice for the weather."
You've never pulled your hand away from your dick faster in your life. Yet you doubt it matters. Carrie is nearly in front of you already. And she has less in front of her than ever. A stretchy white tube top is held perilously on top of her nipples with one hand, the lack of substance to the fabric causing it to fall away from her skin wherever her hand/forearm fails to make direct contact. Thanks to that you have cleavage, sideboob and underboob staring back at you a mere few feet away, her compact b-cups still offering plenty of definition to satisfy anyone. Below that welcome sight is a long stretch of well toned midriff until you find her other hand holding a small pair of faded low-rise jean shorts against her pelvis. Drinking in this sight causes your cock, still stuck in your pant leg, to shift itself a solid inch beneath your denim. The way she looks right now, you would swear she goes to your high school.
"Well then! We might just have a winner!" Carrie states, looking down at your lap. "But we really should take one last look at this."
Carrie turns away exposing her full, voluptuous ass to you before discarding the two articles of limited modesty, tossing both onto the bed one after the other. She is all smiles as she saunters her way to the closet, only a pair of high heels shy of a full on runway strut.
The moment she's out of sight your hand goes back into your pants to sort yourself out. Mrs. Callahan is quite the tease to say the least. If her daughters weren't home you'd have probably tried to jump her already. But it's only your second day after all, and if nothing else you wouldn't want to get yourself fired. This is way too good a gig!
After a minute Carrie exits the closet once more. You expected her to still be naked, but she's donned a tight pair of bright pastel bikini-cut panties complimented by a simple hand-bra. Part of you wonders if they're Kylie's. Then again, that girl might not even own clothing.
"I had one last look but I don't think you'll give me a stronger reaction from anything I put on. So this will have to do!"
Carrie walks right up to the bed until her leg is touching the sheets then turns away from you 90 degrees and grabs the tube top. She arches her back and thrusts out her ass as she pulls the top down her arms and over her head.
"How does a sleepover sound to you?"
"...huh?" you reply, fixated so much more on Carrie's actions than her words.
Carrie turns to face you placing her hands on her hips. "I'm sure it's been far too long since your sister and my girls got together. And I'm also sure that your mother wouldn't mind hosting it at your house." She plays with the edge of her panties briefly before reaching down for her jean shorts. "I can even send them with money for food... and maybe a little extra for you. Although that would leave me with this whole house to myself... all alone..." Carrie does up the button on her shorts then leans forward and whispers into your face. "You don't have a curfew, do you?"
"No m- Carrie!"
She smiles broadly before righting herself. "Well, I'm sure Susan can handle a couple of girls for the night. As long as Kylie behaves herself. That would mean you'd be free to do whatever it is you want, right? Coming?"
Carrie is already walking out of her bedroom leaving you sitting there with a raging hard on and a stupefied grin. With a slow sigh, your heart rate a tad on the elevated side, you hurry after your employer.